Time flew by. More than two months had passed since Sorcerer Ivan began constructing the runes sorcery array.
As he made the final stroke, colorful vapors boiled endlessly in the large underground square, tightly entwining around an ancient structure resembling an insect nest.
A beautiful cosmic hum resonated; the Black Magic Cocoon Formation was thus completed.
The entire formation lay horizontally between the upper and lower rock walls, exuding an eerie aura. At first glance, it looked like a terrifying beast ready to devour souls.
"The boss is truly the boss. He nearly completed the whole process in one breath."
"Exactly. If Ivan can easily handle the Ant Being barrier that's a hundred times larger than this, then this small barrier is nothing."
The formation was completed under the watchful eyes of Locke and the Silkworm Queen. As observers, they witnessed Ivan's miraculous methods, inspiring awe.
The mine had undergone a series of transformations.
